Sixty-six
Ping. Ping. Ping.
I wake up with a start, my eyelids flutter open and a groan slips past my lips as my gaze lands on the ceiling. The vibrations coming from under my pillow cease, I retrieve my phone to place it on the stool and my legs tangle in the sheets as I roll to my stomach.
No sooner does the phone hit the stool when another round of incessant vibrations start and I kick the air in anger. Glancing at Clarissa still asleep on her side of the bed with a hand over her eyes and snoring softly, I pick the annoying device without unlocking it.
I am doing my best to stay away from social media, the constant buzz and unwanted updates. Whoever is calling better be worth the interruption from my peaceful, beauty sleep, the only time my mind allows me respite from a certain wickedly handsome man.